The life & times of Michael
Chapter 1
Authors note - Yes I said I was stopping, but I have started on a new part of the story. Mainly about Michael. Let me know your thoughts
At 6'6" tall and a mass of solid muscle, Michael Carmody always garnered looks from both sexes. He was strikingly good looking thanks to his Norwegian heritage, with a shock of blond hair and the eyes of blue, so deep you would think they were taking directly form the ocean.
He was fairly introverted and as a result he was often mistaken as standoffish or a snob. But in reality, it was much further from the truth. Michael wanted to be accepted, he wanted to be in the in crowd, but his own anxieties and lack of self-awareness prevented such a thing from happening.
At 25 he was one of the younger crew that had been accepted to serve as Navy Seal after years working up through the command on ships mainly based in the middle east or pacific regions. Those who actually took the time to talk to him found that he actually held strong beliefs in many areas of humanity, supported many causes not normally accepted by the military and also had a desire to become the best at his profession. A Navy Seal.
He had achieved this goal, and whilst his parents were incredibly proud of their eldest sons achievements, they too often held concerns around his awkwardness in social situations, and even communicating with them and his two younger brothers.
Being easy on the eye, many a time in drunken state, he would find some girl and bed her to prove his masculinity, but unfortunately for Michael, it normally ended in tears for both parties. The girl in pain from trying to accept his enormously thick, and relatively long cock, and Michael through guilt and confusion.
It was when he was 26, tucked away on his cramped bunk on a naval frigate that he decided he needed some manual release and started doing the usual by opening Pornhub on his phone. As he scrolled through the selections, it wasn't the woman that he realised he was looking at, but the men and their meaty cocks that was taking his eye.
Distraught and confused he shut down his phone, ignoring his own hard cock, and rolled over to try and sleep it off, putting it down to tiredness.
This scene played out over the next week as he tried to get himself off by watching woman on woman action, woman masturbating, and even guys fucking woman, but unless there was a cock in the shot, he could not bring himself to cum.
On leave in California where he originally haled from, he was due to meet some mates out for some beers. The thought of going out and getting shitfaced didn't really appeal to him that much, and whilst he told his folks that was where he was off to, instead he found himself walking the streets of West Hollywood alone, and looking. What exactly he was looking for, he didn't know. What he did know was once he found it; he would be ok.
Walking the streets for a few hours, he eventually stumbled across a sports bar called Trunks. The crowd looked decent, the game was on the big screen, and there was some music that was coming from the back.
Walking in he grabbed a beer and a table closer to the door, so if he needed a quick escape he could find it. Sitting solo and watching the game, he was not aware of the many men who's eye had been caught by him, his stature and his good looks. The man reeked of masculinity, and in a bar where the crowd was overwhelmingly gay, it was not hard to understand why all eyes would be focusing in on the stranger than hadn't been seen before.
It was after his first slug of beer that he was approached by a very fit and muscular man in his mid 50's.
"I see you're new here. If it gets too much, just give me a yell"
"Thanks, I think" Michael responded as he wasn't too sure what the older man meant by this comment.
"Do I look new"
"Sunshine, you look like a deer in the headlights. I'm Pete. Nice to meet you"
"Michael. Same"
"With out sounding like I'm making a play, feel like sharing a beer with me"
"Yeah, that would be fine. A Miller would be great"
"Give me a minute and I will be back"
Michael was apprehensive about talking to anyone in a bar that he knew he was a gay joint. It wasn't anything to do with Homophobia, it was him trying to figure out who he was. A natural curiosity that had lead him here tonight. And whilst this stranger was just being friendly, Michael also knew that if he needed to he could protect himself.
As Pete returned, they played the usual 20 questions. Where you from, what do you do, all the questions people ask when meeting for a first time.
"Do you have a boyfriend or partner, or even a girlfriend" The older man asked as Michael froze in his tracks. A question he never thought he would be asked, and expecting an answer.
"Um, no. I'm just me. I don't know why I am here even"
Michael put down his beer and stood to leave. As he was stumbling and making excuses to get out of the bar the older man grabbed his arm.
"Sit down sunshine and relax. I am not here to molest you. Just curious."
Not know what to do, Michael sat back on his stool and just sat with his face in his hands.
"It's ok buddy. A lot of guys just want to see what is happening. Curious. Don't ever follow through with it. I understand that. I never came out until I was 45. I was married with kids. I get it"
"Thanks. I guess it is just curiosity. I get hard looking at guys in porn. I have never touched a guy. I have never been with a guy. I am not saying it is wrong, I have just never done it and not sure I ever want to."
"And that is fine. Let's just have another beer and calm you down."
"Thanks, but please, let me get it" Michael insisted.
"OK, give me the cash, and I will get it, I don't need the hands of all these guys trying to grope you as you hold two beers"
"Thanks Pete"
As Michael sat at the table a few guys came up to offer to buy him a drink. His standard reply was "No thanks, I am with someone" Which technically not a lie, but was entirely truthful either.
As the night wore on Michael and Pete talked mainly about Pete's marriage, his coming out, and also the Navy which Michael loved being a part of. At 1am they both stood to leave and as Michael dug his hand in his pocket, he realised that his house keys were at home on the bench.
"Damn, I left my keys at home. My dad is going to snap when I wake them to get in."
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I have a spare room you can crash in. I am a complete gentleman."
"If, you are sure. I'm a little nervous"
"If we get there and you don't feel safe, leave. But considering you are twice my size, and I am fairly bulked up, I think you may have the upper hand"
"OK. Why not" a slightly drunk, but in control Michael responded.
As they left the bar, Michael could feel his heart rate increase as his nerves began to rise. It was almost at the point of an anxiety attack as they reached his door, just a few blocks from the bar.
"This is it. Not much, but certainly home"
"It's fine. Do you mind if I use the bathroom. The beer tap is about to start" he laughed knowing that do many beers made him pee to much.
"Just down the hall on the right" Pete said.
Arriving back in the lounge, Michael noticed that the sofa bed had been pulled out.
"Take my bed big fella, it's a king. You won't fit on here."
"Don't be stupid, I am not putting you out. It's your house. I will make do here"
"If you are sure, fine. Well good night. If you need anything just yell"
As Michael stripped off in to his boxer briefs, he felt comfortable laying in this stranger's house, ad believed in the good of mankind. Pete seemed a genuine guy, and had not put the hard word or made any moves on him. It was nice. Beers, chat, sleep. The way he liked life. Not being pressured to fuck a random woman, had he had been out with his mates.
It was about 4am and Michael awoke. The bar in the sofa bed was pushing in to his back and was just uncomfortable.
"Fuck, this is torture" he said to himself as he turned the light on.
Stretching his back, he noticed the light on in Pete's room, and feeling lonely, walked towards it to see if he was awake, or had fallen to sleep with the light on.
"Hey" Pete said as Michael opened the door.
"Hey, you're awake too"
"Yeah, I needed to pee. Couldn't get back to sleep"
"Same, except you're trying to kill me with the bar in that sofa bed."
"I did offer this" Pete laughed.
"Well, would you mind sharing."
Pete through the quilt back, and whilst he wasn't fully exposed Michael could see that he had no clothes.
"Jump in" Pete said as Michael showed some apprehension before joining the older man.
As he felt relief lying in the far more comfortable bed, he was quickly back out to sleep and back in the land of nod as Pete turned the light off.
Awaking in the morning, Michael was embarrassed to see that he was the big spoon to Pete's little spoon. He didn't want to move for fear of waking up his bed mate, but at the same time his morning wood was pressed up against Pete's bare arse.
Laying there he could not will his cock to go soft. At the same time we was extremely horny and not knowing how to deal with the situation.
"Just lay there. It is too early to get up" Pete said sensing the younger man was away.
As Michael stayed laying frozen in place, it was Pete that kept moving his arse and sending tremors through Michaels cock.
"That's definitely bigger than I thought it would be" the older man said as he rolled over to face Michael.
"What is"
"Your cock. I have seen a few in my time, but without seeing it, yours is mighty big"
A nervous laughed escaped Michael as he was rarely compliment on his size, just made fun of.
"Feel like jerking off with me. You don't need to touch. Just admire each other" Pete said as he pushed back the quilt to reveal a nice 7" cut cock with pubes trimmed to give it the appearance of seeming bigger than it actually was.
Michael laid frozen as his eyes took in his first real hard cock. He was both scared and excited by the prospect of having a guy watch him jerk off.
"It doesn't make me gay if a guy watches" his internal dialogue explained to him.
As Michael slowly pushed his briefs down, he kept the quilt over his cock and played with himself as the older man stroked his cock.
"Hey this isn't fair. You're watching me, but I can't see you" Pete laughed as Michael worked his cock.
After a moment Michael caved in and pushed the quilt back to expose what was not a 8"x9" thick cock that had left many a woman wounded as he'd fucked his way through college.
"Fuck me. What is that."
"All of me" Michael said.
"You are beautiful. That is just amazing. Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine being this close to a cock as gorgeous as that" The older man said as he licked his lips and wiped his brow.
As the two men stoked their own cocks it was Pete who was edging closer to Michael to feel the heat that was coming off his body, but it was Michael who was surprised by his own actions and reached over to touch the older mans cock.
"Do you mind if I feel it"
"No, go right ahead" Pete said as Michael began the task of stroking the older mans cock like he would his own.
"It feels weird for some reason"
"It's because it is not your own" Pete said as he laid back and let Michael explore his shaft.
"Can I touch yours" Pete asked as Michael continued to play with his cock.
"yeah I guess." Michael said as the older man struggled to get his whole hand around the younger mans cock.
"Damn Mr. That is thick"
"So I have been told." He laughed as Pete worked his cock.
"What would you say if I offered to suck it"
"I'm not sure yet" Michael retreated.
"All good. Lets just jerk off"
"Cool."
As the two enjoyed the pleasure of jerking off, Michael sensed a form of horniness and sexual pleasure he had never felt before. It was almost as if it was liberating.
"Suck me if you want" the younger man said as he released the older mans cock.
As Pete took command of the situation, he moved between Michaels legs pushing them further apart so he could lay and take in the sight and smells from the young mans cock. His balls were equally as large as his cock and as Pete started fondling the large balls his tongue tasted the first drops of Michaels pre-cum as he worked his mouth over the knob of swollen gland.
Michael for his part through his head back and let out some low level groans as he ran his fingers through the older mans hair.
"Fuck Pete, I have never had anyone do this"
This forced the older man to start working harder and using every trick in the book to bring his playmate to climax. Feeling his balls retract he knew it wouldn't be long before the load was exposed, and not wanting to finish him just yet, he moved his tongue off his cock and down to his balls and heading in the way of his arse.
Sensing the younger man was clean to proceed, Pete then started to work his way around to Michaels hole and tongue fuck the daylights out of him
"Fuck Fuck Oh My God" the younger man screamed as shot after shot arched u over his head hitting the wall behind them as his climax continued going on for about a minute.
Michael became silent as he laid there. There was some guilt, but there was also some processing that he needed to do to make sure he was ok. He enjoyed it, but was he allowed to enjoy it. He felt guilty, but wasn't sure why. Was it wrong? Was it right?
As Pete moved back up the bed to lay next to Michael, he could sense the younger man was struggling with what happened. Although he hadn't cum himself, he knew he didn't need to and just laid in the silence of the room.
Some time had passed before either spoke with Pete breaking the silence.
"You ok mate"
"Yeah. Actually I am. It was just so right. I feel good"
"Good. How about a coffee"
"Sounds good. Do you mind if I take a shower"
"Go for it. I'll make coffee whilst you are in their"
As Michael hopped up he could feel some cum run down his abdomen where it had pooled as he laid there. He hated cum in his pubes as it took forever to wash out.
Joining Michael in the living area, he thanked the older man for his hospitality. He really did enjoy it. But he also needed to get home. He was only leave a few days and had told his dad he'd help with a few projects.
"Would you like my number" Pete asked as Michael finished his coffee.
"Yeah, that would be nice. Even if just someone I can talk to"
"That's fine buddy. Just buzz"
As Michael left the apartment he had a spring in his step for the first time in years and whilst he couldn't put his finger on it, he was sure that it had something to do with this mornings activities.
Chapter 2
As he got home his mother was asking endless questions as to why he didn't come home last night.
"Mom, give it a rest. I got drunk with the boys and left my keys at home" He said walking to the sideboard and showing his keys were still there.
"OK, you should have rung"
"Mom, I am 26. I spend most of time in combat zones. I'll be ok"
"You're still my little boy, Mikey, now go help your father. He is waiting for you"
As he changed and went to the yard to where his dad was repairing a fence, the younger guy knew he would get 100 questions from his dad
"You get lucky last night ha" His dad started the questions with
"No, just drunk. Stayed at Jimmy's"
"yeah yeah, I'm your dad, you can tell me these things"
"I didn't get laid dad. I am serious"
"Whatever Mr secrets. Now lets get into some work."
As they repanelled the fence Michaels headspace was 1000 miles away. He kept replaying the mornings scene over and over again, and whilst trying to hide the loaded weapon in his pants, his mind could not stop replaying it.
As his Mom called them in for lunch, he excused himself to go to the bathroom where he released his semi hard cock and thinking back of Pete licking his arse, he shot in record time.
"That should help it go down" he thought to himself as he walked out to lunch.
Eating his sandwich he was scrolling Facebook when he went to his messages. Scrolling through until he found Pate's name he wanted to send him a message, but had no idea what to say. Thinking about it for a while he sent the only thing he could think of.
"Thanks"
Simple and said it all as he went back to eating. It was about a minute later when he received a text back.
"Who's this????"
Michael smiled at remembering he didn't give the older man his number, as he was nervous about sharing the information.
"Michael" he replied, looking around the room to make sure no one was watching him.
"Not a problem mate. Hope you got home ok" was the strange reply.
Michael had a grin from ear to ear. He replied and whilst it was fairly non-descript in its text, he still got a reply.
"Talk later if you're OK with that" Michael responded.
"Sounds good" Pete sent back, with Michael not being able to reply anymore as his dad called him outside in the hot California sun.
Keeping his phone on silent, Michael was unaware of the text message that came through and it was sometime later before he checked and saw the message.
"Hey was thinking of watching the game at home tonight. Feel free to bring a 6 pack if you want to join me"
Michael wanted to say yes straight away, but also knew that he had a responsibility to his parents.
"Hey Mom, what's on tonight?"
"Your father is lighting the grill soon, the Walkers are coming over for a BBQ, then not much, why?"
"I was thinking about heading out after dinner if that was OK"
"That should be fine." She replied.
As he fumbled for his phone, we shot of the text in record time.
"I have dinner on, but can be there by half time"
"OK, remember the address?"
"Yep. I'll text if I get lost"
"Great. See you then."
Michael had a grin on his face, that he couldn't wipe from his face. He was seeing Pete again, and whilst he was guaranteed of sex, he had some hopes that it might happen.
As dinner dragged on, Michael was getting anxious as he tried to find the right moment to exit the family event.
"Hey Mom, I gotta run. I told the boys I would be there by half time"
"Go, go. See you later. Will you be home tonight?"
"Not sure. If I have to many beers I might stay. Don't wait up"
"OK. Love you" She said as the apple of her eye left as soon as the uber arrived.
As he arrived at Pete's the nerves kicked in and it took a few minutes of composure before he could ring the doorbell. Upon ringing it, Michael was reassured to hear Pete's voice.
"I'll buzz you up." Came the bubbly voice over the intercom.
As Michael got to Pete's door, Pete was standing there. Michael had a sense of relief of seeing him, but what he wasn't prepared for were the other 5 men sitting around the living the room watching the game.
"Oh, I didn't know you had company" Michael said as he fled down the hallway back to the elevator.
Pete wasn't prepared for this and as he took stock of what happened, he realised that Michael must have thought it was just them there tonight, and was too insecure in his feelings to meet other people, especially after the morning we'd had.
"Michael, stop right there" Pete commanded as Michael pushed the elevator button.
Michael stood looking at. The ground as a two-year-old would getting scolded.
"It's ok. 4 of them are straight. They are my work buddies. They know I am gay, but that doesn't mean you have to identify as anything. We are just 6 buddies drinking beer and watching the game. Please come back"
As Michael held the elevator door open, he wasn't sure what to do, but as Pete neared him and put his hand on his arm, he felt a sense of calm come over him.
"OK. If you are sure"
"I wouldn't have invited you if I wasn't"
As they entered the apartment for the second time, Michael was introduced to all the guys in the room.
"Fuck, you're a beefy fucker. What you pressing" came one of the replies from a guy fairly built and nearly as tall as Michael.
Laughing this off, Michael opened a beer and as he sat, he looked over to Pete who just nodded his head in appreciation that the big fella had stayed.
Michael seemed to enjoy cheering on with the rest of the guys. His initial hesitation was now behind him as his team won.
As people started to leave, he rose with the rest and started to say good bye.
"Stay, have another beer." Pete insisted as only one other guy remained.
"Ok, just one more" Michael said as he helped himself to the last of the 6 pack he'd bought with him.
As he was half way through his beer, the only other visitor insisted he leave and head home to his wife "Before she hangs me out to dry" he joked saying good bye to Pete and Michael.
After Pete saw him out, Michael had made his way off the floor and on to the couch. It was far more comfortable.
Pete noticing this, made his way over and took a seat next too him.
"They're a great bunch of guys, but I am so happy when they all go."
`Oh, ok. I'll head off then" a crest fallen Michael said, not reading the room at all.
"Not you! Them"
"OH, I wasn't sure"
"You're very naïve aren't you for a guy that has such a demanding job"
"Sometimes my nerves get the better of me in social situations"
"I gathered as much" said Pete eyeing the younger man in a sort of way where he was trying to read his mind.
"Did you enjoy working with your dad today?"
"Yeah, it's always good just spending time with him. I don't get much chance to be home these days"
This last comment lead to more silence as the football recap was blaring on the TV.
"I gather you enjoyed yourself last night" Pete was trying to prompt a response, or at least get an understanding of where Michaels head was at.
"Yeah, I did. This morning was pretty good too" Michael blushed as he spoke.
As Michael said this, it gave Pete the opportunity to scoot over on the couch and be closer to the man that was so incredibly sexy, but also very green with all things men. He knew he still had to show restraint and caution as he approached him.
Placing his arm on his shoulder, Pete could feel the trembling of the man he was so close to.
"It's ok buddy, I promise I am not going to hurt you."
"I know, I wouldn't have come back if I thought you were. It's just all new and I am a little freaked out"
As Pete drew in closer, he leant in for a kiss. At first as their lips met, Michael was like a stone figure, but as Pete persisted, Michael loosened up and started to reciprocate the passion being levelled towards him.
Pulling back, Michael was surprised. "I didn't know guys kissed. But I guess it makes sense"
Pete wanted to laugh out loud, but at the risk of making his visitor feel more off guard he let it be as he lent in for another kiss, this time sliding his tongue in to Michaels willing mouth.
As they sat on the couch kissing, Michael felt he could stay there forever. Again he reminded himself how good it felt. So different, but so right as to the quick fucks he had attempted with woman over the years.
Grabbing him by the hand, Pete led Michael into the bedroom.
"Perhaps if we lay down here, it might be more comfortable."
"OK" was all that Michael could muster.
As they laid on the bed, Pete struggled to get the shirt off the blonde man's body. It was tight and restrictive, but Pete just wanted to touch the mans beautifully blonde haired chest and see where tonight would take them.
"Did you want us to get naked" Michael asked seeking the instructions of the experienced one in the room.
"If you feel like it, but we don't have to rush" Pete responded between kissing.
As Michael undid his belt, and popped the button on his jeans, the force of his hard cock made his fly unzip by its self.
As he pulled his jeans off he was left exposed in a tight pair of white Calvin Klein Briefs that showed a massive cock and an ever bigger wet patch.
"Well now, what do we have here" Pete said as Michael laid back on the bed.
"Haha. It's the kissing that makes me do it" Michael laughed.
"Best we kiss some more"
"Sure, but can I ask, can you lay on top of me"
"Sure, anything else you want?"
"Not really, I just want to feel your hairy chest on mine. I have never felt it before"
Pete was a fairly guy, His chest had solid covering of black, and grey, hair covering his pecs and right down to this pubic area. Michael found the hair on the man to be one of the sexiest thing he'd seen and after making out for a while longer Michael rolled Pete off his chest and laid him down next to him.
Taking his hand he continued to rub it over his chest and make circular motions around his nipples. Michael could see the reaction this was having on Pete by the twitching of the bulge in his jocks.
Slowly Michael made his way down Pete's body kissing different parts as he went. It was when he reached the waist band of his jocks was Michael didn't know what the etiquette was for going further, or if indeed he was ready to go further.
Deciding against it, he slid back up to Pete and kissed him.
"Am I doing, OK?" he asked seeking reassurance that he wasn't a dud.
"More than OK" Pete replied. "I keep telling you, we go at your pace, and if you are not happy, we stop"
"I'm good at the moment" Michael said as he reached down to touch the cock of the other man through the fabric.
"Did you want me to remove them?"
"Yeah, I'd like to touch your cock again" Michael asked as Pete obliged his guest.
As Pete removed his Jocks, Michael took it upon himself to do the same. And as they touched cocks on the bed, Michael felt a sudden electric shock surge through him.
It was all too much for the younger guy who shot his load between the two of them as he held Pete tight.
"Sorry, I am really embarrassed. I was just really turned on"
"Let me grab a towel and clean us up"
"I'd rather you didn't" Michael said. "I want to stay here lying like this with my cum in between us until I get hard again. I'm normally right to g in 5-10mins"
"Oh, I forgot how good the young are" Pete laughed.
True to his word as Michael started to kiss him again, his cock rose, and was back full of blood in 10 mins and standing like a fine tent pole.
"Damn boy, how do you do that" Pete asked
"I've always been like that. I thought everyone was the same"
This caused Pete to laugh and explain it was not common, but he was more than happy with it.
As Michael slid his hand down between them, he started to use his lube to stroke Pete off, which the older man was really getting off on. Eventually Pete went down on Michael, this time without asking like he had earlier in the morning, and started to work his mouth over the young stud's cock.
"That feels so good. It's never felt this good before."
Forgetting his strength, he yanked the older man up "Stop or I'll shoot again" was his motive and the older man ended up straddling the young man's chest with his cock pointing right at Michaels face.
Michael was now left with a decision. Was he ready to suck cock, or was he going to move Pete off his chest. After some internal dialogue, he decided to taste not only another man's cock, but one that was covered in his own cum.
With hesitation Michael kissed his knob. Not really disliking it, he decided to venture down the shaft a little, and then a little too much which made him gag.
"Hey, slow down. This isn't the best position for a beginner" Pete said as he slid off Michaels chest.
As Michael moved down the bed, he was now looking at Pete's cock, and he wanted to taste it. All of it.
Starting off slow he shaped his mount into an `O' and started to suck like he thought he should.
As Pete was visibly in pain from being blown by a cheese grater, he pulled Michael off and proceeded to instruct him on how to give head, which with Michael being an excellent student, picked up the knack in no time.
After a good 15 mins of Michael sucking on Pete's cock, Pete had to pull him off.
"I'm enjoying this too much. I'm not ready to cum, and I am not as young as you"
This made Michael laugh and as they laid there in bed, they returned to the kissing which Michael certainly loved.
"I need a water" Pete said feeling parched from the amount of mouth action he was doing, and a few too many beers.
Returning to the bed, he laid with his back to the bigger younger man in his bed, and pulled an arm over his waist to feel the warmth of the stud behind him.
Michael continued kissing his neck, and was certainly enjoying the pace of which everything was moving.
Michael started to grind up against Pete, which automatically made Pete push back on to the younger man to feel is manhood resting in the crack of his arse.
In the few minutes of this heavy seen Michaels cock was wet. No matter how you looked at it, he was leaking like a fountain to the point where you would have thought he'd cum again, but no, it was sheer horniness and primal sex that was causing this to happen. So much so that Pete felt the tip of Michaels thick cock start to open him up a little bit and stretch his hole wide.
Whilst not entering him fully, Michael had been down this path before, with woman. He could get the tip in, but that is where it stopped, leaving him very much sexually unsatisfied. There was only one woman, a much older woman, who he had ever fucked with his whole length and width, but she served him no interest now, and he had moved on.
Pete was perfect at timing the thrusts from Michael and each time with the wetness of his cock, he would slide in a little further, and opening him a little wider.
"That feels so good" Michael whispered in Pete's ear.
"You have no idea how much I am enjoying it"
"Let me know if I hurt you"
"I will. Just go slow"
Michael took this as a sign to continue on and as he worked his way in further each time, Pete was rocking with him as he entered.
It was at this time that Michael released for one of the few moments in his average sex life that he was actually fucking someone, fully erect inside them and his balls were slapping his partner's arse.
"Fuck Pete, this is amazing. I have never done this before"
Pete thought that Michael was talking about anal sex, but what Michael meant was to have his whole shaft, balls deep, pounding a willing recipient.
"Fuck me baby" Pete yelled out as Michael had now flipped the older man on to his stomach, with Pete's furry but muscled arse pointing up to his willing giver.
"I can't hold on. Where will I cum" Michael yelled.
"In me is ok. We are good"
And without needing any further instruction he grabbed his lover like a rag doll and pulled him back deep as Michael let out a hell of a groan and let go the torrents of cum in the arse of his partner.
As Michael relaxed his grip, he collapsed next to Pete on the bed who's hand was filled with his own load. He had cum at the same time as Michael but kept quiet to allow Michael to finish.
"Well, was that OK." Michael asked not know what he had accomplished
"Better than ok. It was amazing"
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I am. Everything we did was just natural. It felt right."
"Good. How about we shower, and then come back and sleep. If you want to stay"
"Only if you want me to, otherwise I will head off"
"It's about time you got some self-confidence. If I didn't want you to stay, I wouldn't offer. You are a very genuine guy Michael"
"Thanks. I'm just shy"
They jumped into the shower, soaped up and still kissed a little. Pete was still feeling the force of Michaels cock in him, and was tender around the edges. This was to be expected, but Pete thought better of telling the younger man as he didn't want him to take it the wrong way.
As they hopped in to bed, Michael arranged the sleeping pattern with Pete firmly tucked up in the crook of Michaels arm where he kissed him on the forehead.
It was probably the first night Michael could remember where he went to sleep without the nagging depression he lived with since he was a teen.
Chapter 3
Michael left Pete's early with a kiss on the forehead and a note letting him know when he'd back in town.
He didn't want to leave his new friend, and whilst not looking for a relationship he felt safe in the arms of Pete. Almost protected from the secret he was now keeping.
Pete,
Sorry you were asleep, but I leave at 9am and I had to see my folks first.
You really are a nice guy, and I will keep in touch when I can but I would like to see you when I next get back. Sorry to run.
Michael
As Pete woke around 9:30 he found the note on the kitchen bench.
"Damn, the good ones always escaped" he smiled to himself as he laid there slow stroking his hard cock thinking of the night he had just had